Track 4711/5System Rupture

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Mans are all made of gas, gas and water While they steal the oxygen and leave us nothing to share Secret's the paper, control the labor Make the rules and burn the favor Feel the lies, we sign the waiver Tell me now, who's gonna save ya? Cut the cord, no more breathers Just fake the truth, true believer Down to dream, see a preacher It's time to flip the whole machine Status quo, the smithereens X 'em out the frame, leave the scene Feed the mind, feed the body But if we fail, then we greet 'em with a shotty From every word, another bullet in the lobby The dead can't lobby, so who's left standing? Feed the mind, feed the body But if we fail, then we greet 'em with a shotty From every word, another bullet in the lobby The dead can't lobby, so who's left standing? Man, I'm sick of the poison, the noise and all the hoaxin' The folks are talkin', but there ain't no emotion Dollar signs, stitch the eyelids Buy the time, buy the crisis Pumpin' strings, pull the pain Tell me now, who's really playin'? Who's the villain? Who's the prey? Who's the pawn in the game today? Behind the doors, marble floors Write the laws and plot the wars Raise the taxes, kill the poor Tell me now, what's it for? Count the bodies, stack the gold Every name is another soul Never thought we'd break the mold Feed the mind, feed the body But if we fail, then we greet 'em with a shotty From every word, another bullet in the lobby The dead can't lobby, so who's left standing? Feed the mind, feed the body But if we fail, then we greet 'em with a shotty From every word, another bullet in the lobby The dead can't lobby, so who's left standing? A megalomaniac gasping for air While they steal the oxygen and leave us nothin' to share They print the paper, control the labor Make the rules and burn the saber Feel the lines, we've signed the waiver Tell me now, who's gonna save ya? Cut the cord, no more breathers Cutting through, sucking leeches Fake the truth, true believer (Believer, believer, believer, believer) Feed the mind, feed the body But if we fail, then we greet 'em with a shotty From every word, another bullet in the lobby The dead can't lobby, so who's left standing? Feed the mind, feed the body (body) But if we fail, then we greet 'em with a shotty From every word, another bullet in the lobby The dead can't lobby, so who's left standing?